Just as Yang Jian was preparing to lead the team out of Ning'an Building.
Elsewhere.
Outside the old house in Dadong City.
Wang Chaling and Li Jun had already crossed the iron gate and entered the grounds of the old house. They did not venture deeper right away, as that would have been too reckless. Instead, they discussed and observed the situation.
"So this is your Wang family's old house? What's with all those coffins at the entrance? Are there ghosts inside? It doesn't look like it. If there were, this place would have been impossible to stay in long ago."
Li Jun's voice was hoarse, as though his throat had been scorched by fire. It sounded shrill and strange, making it somewhat difficult to get used to.
His gaze rested on the coffins of varying ages scattered across the courtyard.
The presence of so many coffins in a place like this was impossible to ignore.
"The people inside the coffins are members of my Wang family."
Wang Chaling said, "Did you think I was the only one in the Wang family? We used to be a large clan, but after being involved in supernatural incidents for too long, we gradually died out. The dead members of the Wang family were placed in coffins and kept in the courtyard of this old house."
"Why weren't they cremated or buried?" Li Jun frowned.
"For certain special reasons." Wang Chaling did not elaborate and avoided the subject. "Li Jun, are you planning to charge in just like this?"
Li Jun held a pocket watch in his hand.
Yang Jian had given it to him before they left. The time on the watch corresponded to the time inside the old house.
But now, it seemed to be of little use.
The time on